Why I am glad I met my husband in college.

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

In a totally non-book related post, I'm really glad I met my husband in college.  

My husband, BJ and I met at Eastern Illinois University in Charleston, Illinois.  I was nineteen years old and he was twenty.  I knew from the moment I met him I was going to marry him. (Although there were a few sketchy times in our relationship when I thought I might kill him when we first started living together.  But he survived.  Luckily he doesn't have a blog because I'm sure he'd have some choice words to say about me.)  Snapped, anyone?

But, on to why I am grateful for this chance meeting back in 1997.  

Last night, BJ and I retired to our bedroom around 9:45. (Yep, we live it up!)  I spent about fifteen minutes flipping through the 500+ channels only to come to rest on MTV.  Teen Mom 2 was ending and I was sucked in by the preview for next week's episode.  I love a good train wreck just as much as the next person.  But what happened next was A-MAZ-ING!  A new show called Catfish was just beginning. 

The premise of the show is this:  A guy named Nev takes people to meet their online significant other in person.  Now these significant others have only at this point talked on the phone/instant messaged/FB'ed each other or whatever.  

Last night's episode did not disappoint.  This cute, little blonde girl with a southern accent and bad spray on tan named Sunny thought she had found the man of her dreams.  He was a model, a cue card holder for the Chelsea Lately show and was about to become an anesthesiologist via online courses.  Too good to be true, right?  Um, yeah.  But even as Nev pointed out the obvious to poor, naive Sunny, she didn't get it.  There was even a point when her and equally naive sister argued over this "dream guy".

Nev called this guy named Jamison and when he answered the phone, BJ turned to me and said, "No joke that's a twelve year old boy on the other end."  We had a good laugh over this.

 BJ and I were glued to the television. At the commercial break, BJ raced out of bed in his underwear to let our dog out.  (Yes, neighbors, BJ let the dog out in his underwear.  Stop looking through our windows.)  He kept calling for updates from the kitchen as Beeker milled around in the yard looking for the perfect place to pee.  He hauled back into the bedroom just in time for Sunny to come face to face with her beautiful model boyfriend who has three dead sisters and lives in LA but is somehow, at that current moment, living in a modular home in Alabama.  And it turns out...

Her online boyfriend is a girl!  Shocker, right?  Not really.  Only Sunny was oblivious.  The poor girl was totally let down.  Yet, somehow she decided it was a good idea to befriend this lying girl.  Obviously Sunny is a far better person than BJ and me.  Not a chance in hell I would befriend a person who deceived me for months and made me look like a fool on television.  This is what we call television now and BJ and I watch like it's a serious, gripping drama.  

I'm sure there are perfectly normal relationships that begin through the internet; I even know a few people it worked out for.  But overall, I imagine a lot blow up the way Sunny's did.  

I'm glad I met BJ in college the old fashioned way.  It's hard to hide who you really are when you don't have the internet to do it for you.  BJ still picked me even though I wore pajamas twenty-four hours a day, drank far too much Country Time lemonade and vodka and lived off Ramen noodles and Little Debbie fudge rounds.  I sound like a catch, don't I? We've been together now for over fifteen years, so we must be doing something right. 


2 Responses to “Why I am glad I met my husband in college.”

  1. Child, Catfish was a movie before it was a terrible show on MTV. lol